An Ancient Home of England 
AN INTERIOR LITTLE MORETON HALL 
walls are many specimens ol curious carving. 
Figures ol quaint billmen in doublet and 
hose, billmen of Elizabethan age; angels 
with double trumpets, women (who cannot 
be counted lair) coroneted with dragons 
issuing out of the coronal; chaplets ol laurel, 
oak and bay. 
In such a house, with memories haunting 
the very air you breathe, one feels inclined 
to speak with bated breath, lest perchance 
you disturb some spirit lurking there, who 
may have returned to visit the well-known, 
well-loved spot. It saddens me to pass from 
such a perfect specimen to see the buildings 
ol to-dav. Perchance behind a cherry-tree 
laden with solt white blossoms I catch a 
glimpse ol a corrugated iron roof. 
Oh! I pray thee who builds in the old 
world or the new, build beautiful buildings 
“by the grace of God,” and leave behind you 
sights to be grateful for in the years to come. 
Let little Moreton Hall rise again from its 
grave and reappear over the sea; for after all, 
it is better to go back and imitate perfection 
than to go lorward and offend the eye. A 
house like this could not be built in a day, 
but surely we could wait awhile lor such a 
blessed result. 
Helen Milman 
